Sense?

Does anything make sense anymore?  World coming to an end?  What is meaning?  We seek meaning in everything.  I do not.  Meaning is meaningless.  Nothing comes from something.  But something comes from nothing.  Is that meaning?  Is meaning necessary?  Does our existence necessitate meaning?  Nothing comes from something.  Nothing comes from everything.  Matter taunts, provokes, dangles the carrot, whacks with a stick, strangles with gleeful glee.  But it sings naught.  Because naught comes from ought.